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For Those Who Don't CareLife is cruel
What good is it when there's nothing to live for?
Why can't I just pick up a knife and do it?
Because I'm afraid
What is fear?
Why are we fearful?
Is it because it's natural?
Is it because we need something to counter bravery?
Why are we brave?
Because we care
Why do we care?
Because we are human
Then I'd rather not be human
Then what will I be?
Not a fish
Because I'm dead
One Year StarRacerEva"And I'm glad to have even met her." James said. "She's a very special woman. A couple friends and I wrote a poem for her." He wore a black suit and tie with a dark red, some said it looked like blood red, button up shirt, and his dress shoes were new.
He was standing on a small stage in a club. The music wasn't playing but the musicians were ready. It was a birthday party.
Looking around, I could tell I was late. I went to the bar to grab a small beer. I snuck up on the birthday girl. "Happy birthday."
Eva jumped. "Axel!" she laughed before hugging me. "Thanks."
"Is he about to start the poem?" I sat beside her.
"Yes and that's James' spot." she giggled. "Go up there."
"Axel, Demyx, ready?" James said through the mic.
My brother and I went up to the stage. "A poem?" I asked, we had practiced it millions of times.
"I wanna see it." Demyx said as he snatched it out James' hand. "She'll love it." he smiled.
"Can we start now?" he glared at demyx as I snuck to the shadows.
"No." Demyx sai
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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